S.Chernyshova, And In This Day.. - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

By Svetlana Chernyshova

...And in this day, as in the line of surf - is tightly,
And seizingly, and boomingly...
Wish to be a mollusk,
And with all my body to adjust,
Adhere to this day (to bottom?) ,
Rolling the salty silence on my tongue,
And knowing, that in a night it will be covered
With the nacre layers,
Where the tenderness - is like a whitish smoke,
Where there is the pinky wetness of the kisses...
Where - there is the gloss of a jealousy on everybody,
And a water of the words... Yes, yes - from underwater
You can't discern, who is ongoing,
So heavily and jerkily, to bottom, to bottom...
And you are clinging fast to rock,
Not understanding in a whole,
That this is not the play of your imagination,
Nor the cradle such illusion of movement...

but shadow...

Of hastening to you a diver, searching pearl...

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